The Day Colin Farrell Saw Me

While crossing 61st on my way back to school from the gym, I noticed a guy sitting outside the Regency Hotel. He looked very familiar to me and I figured I knew him from somewhere because he was staring at me, too. Did I meet him at a conference? Was he in one of my classes? With three day's worth of stubble and messy dark hair under a hat, this guy was gorgeous. I had to know him from somewhere. And then, as I passed him, almost brushing his knees with my skirt, it hit me. He was Colin Farrell. So yes, now joining Jay-Z on my list of The Celebrities Who Noticed Me is Colin Farrell (who mind you, I never thought was good looking in any of the movies I saw him in).

(Another Note: I mentioned the hotel because I once saw Will Ferrell come out of that same hotel.)

Take Me to Work Day!

Happy Take Your Daughter and Son to Work Day! That's right, it's no longer Take Your Daughter to Work Day, but Take All Your Kids to Work Day. When I was younger--10, 11, or 12(I can't remember)--my father took me to work with him for TYDtWD. They had a whole program to the point where at one point we were divided into teams and told to look over some portfolios (Coke, AOL, etc.) and to decide which to invest in. The girls in my group deferred to me to decide how many shares of which and I thought I knew everything. As it turned out, I knew nothing and our team came in second to last. :)
Since my father wasn't leaving at 4, I got a ride home with Shira and her father (who worked a few buildings away). On the way home, Shira and I discussed how she felt it was unfair that her TYDtWD was really a Take Your Children to Work Day. Ah well.

And now I'm adding on some more:
Once upon a time there was a girl working in an office where she was the only female. Watching both her computer and the tv, she overheard Liz (who was in the CNBC headquarters) asking Ted (who was with another guy down on the floor), if she could join them one day because it looked fun. They pretty much answered no.
"No girls allowed?" Liz kidded.
The girl's ears perked up and she quickly jotted that line down in case she'd ever want to use it in a blog post one day. :) I was really surprised at the time to hear something like that. Here's a woman who knows her stuff not any less than the men, and she said it. She said the "no girls allowed." I just thought it was interesting.

If You Write the Word Sleeves Over and Over, It Looks Weird

After getting my sneakers on, I looked into my gym bag for my tee shirt and noticed that aside from a deodorant and hair gel, there was nothing in it. Now, on some days I wear tee shirts with sweaters over them, but today was no such day. I had on a cardigan that was clearly not meant to be worked out in. So I took out my wallet and went to the cafe guy to find out if they sell tee shirts. They do, he told me, but at the front desk.
"Black or gray?" the front desk guy asked.
"Black."
"Sleeveless or with sleeves?" He held up a men's sleeveless tee.
I told him that I wanted with sleeves, and something made for women...if they had.
Not only didn't they have women's tee shirts, but the smallest men's was a medium. Sure that I wasn't about to grow three more pairs of shoulders or gain 85 pounds within the next hour, I opted out of the men's shirt, packed my gym things, and went home. Stupid chauvinistic gyms.

Halala Means Welcome!

On some days, you wake up extra early to print things for school and end up with a paper-jammed printer and no things for school.
On some days, something accidentally happens at work, costing you lots.
On some days, you leave work early because you're not doing well and end up getting lost in the neighborhood and surrounding neighborhoods for an hour before getting to the bridge.
On some days, your printer doesn't work again even after the jam is fixed because the file you were printing was on a cd and the cd's no longer inside so you can't even cancel the print.
On some days, you pass someone you've been wanting to see for a while and they run past you staring in the other direction.
On some days, the train passes through under the grail you're standing on while you're refilling your meter and your skirt billows. Then, in an attempt to make sure it doesn't fly upward, you push it down...only to drop half your quarters over the grail and half your quarters through the grail.
And on some days, you experience all of that.

Of Tea and Chocolate

While searching my fridge for breakfast this morning at 6:30, it occurred to me why I ate so little in high school. When faced with the decision of what to make for lunch at any hour prior to 9, there is absolutely nothing that looks appealing. Salad is nasty, sandwiches are too dry, cheese is too heavy, fish is too smelly, etc. With nothing else to choose from, I ended up with chocolate and tea. And as for lunch, that'd be pretzels.

Praised Be Those Who Wear Their Beards with Pride

The beards are back. It's possible that some people don't have much just yet, or that they plan on shaving when they go back to work, but this is sphira and sphira is beardtime. Rejoice in song and savor these next 40-odd days. :) (And you can also check out that nifty chart above, it's linked to the page it's from which features a long glossary of beard terms. Bet you didn't know that the hairs that make up a beard are known as "terminal hairs," eh?)

Shabbat Shalom

Well, it's back to the world of donuts, pizza, and tortilla wraps. And I baked challot last night (which I love doing), so it's all good.

Have a wonderful Shabbat!

Summer? ...FLING!

After two kooky sedarim, a Taboo match (me and my cousin v. my brother and my other cousin) that was built up to for a year, and school work over Chol HaMoed, there is nothing I look forward to more eagerly than more food for the next two days. How anyone loses weight on Pesach is beyond me.

Chag kasher v'sameach!

Kids Kill Driver

Turning onto my street, I noticed about four kids playing ball. Playing ball on my street is a very common pasttime for the kids on my block because since it's a dead end, there are substantially fewer cars than most other streets. As I was nearing them, I watched as they dispersed to opposite sides of the street, anxiously waiting for me to pass. Ignoring their impatient looks, I kept driving as slowly as possible past them. While I was still passing the oldest boy, he got up from the lawn he was standing on and started to walk into the middle of the road, clearly not interested in the fact that I could have run him over with my back wheels. Which is what I was thinking might happen. Which is why when I looked into my rear view mirror and saw him hopping around and holding one foot I nearly had a heart attack. But no, he was just playing a joke. Isn't that adorable?

And Now, Ladies and Gentlemen...Lazy Shabbos

A friend at Einstein sent me this: Lazy Shabbos. (It's from skit night.) My favorite part? "Sitting in shul, Jewish geography's the illest."

Anyway, I feel bad that all my recent posts are an average of three sentences, but my computer and I aren't having the smoothest relationship right now, so bear with us.

Oh, and Mommy and Daddy...don't watch it cause you might not be thrilled with some of the word choices. Love you!

Fact of the Day

Did you know that the Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey Circus is no longer a three-ring show?

I was shocked, I'll tell you that!

(And now, back to pre-spring break work for me.)

Reax? Um, No.

If they hadn't written "eonomy" moments earlier, I would have been more accepting of the bastardized version of reacts they wrote. But no. No, "reax" will not be tolerated. Be warned, Morning Call--you are going down.

My Computer's a Mess

I have half a post on wild turkeys ready to go and waiting for the accompanying pictures that cannot be loaded because my computer is both under attack by virusi (that's the new plural virus) and loaded with too much junk for any memory space left over. So I just wanted to say that I cry at night for my computer.

And Then My Teacher Laughed

Class was nearly over and it was time to workshop my essay. Looking down, I began to read the first paragraph. "I killed a cat this past summer." My teacher started snickering. By the time I had finished the paragraph, my teacher was laughing out loud. I thought that perhaps she was just twisted and found feline murder entertaining, but over the course of the workshop I learned that most of the class found the essay humorous.
This whole me writing something serious and other people finding it funny has happened in the past. I'm never surprised anymore when people laugh while I do in-class readings because apparently, I can be funny. Now I just have to figure out what direction to take the essay in for my revision...

I Need to Wear Braids

Shabbos afternoon, Zahava and I were sitting on her couch talking about a particular cat that is no longer alive. Turning my head from between two pillows, I snorted a laugh (by mistake). Then I promptly inhaled both air and a large chunk of my hair. The air went into my lungs and the hair clogged my throat so that no other air could enter. I gagged, pulled the hair from my mouth, and looked over at Zahava who was dying of laughter. Apparently, it's not common to choke on your own hair. I will admit, however, that I'm starting to doubt that since I choked on it again today.